When the English soul-stepper took the stage with his spare band, everything in the Mojave tent began vibrating. We instantly felt like we needed to sneeze but had no hope of receiving the sweet succor of the actual act. A guy in front of us tried to relay a message to his friend and when she couldn't hear him over the din, wrote on his phone: "My face feels funny." We had no idea what was about to hit us. After an 808-favoring instrumental, Blake began "I Never Learnt to Share" with a simple vocal loop. Soon the sounds began to swarm around him as the song built higher and higher to an unsustainable altitude. And then, boom. Actually: BOOO0OO00OOOOO0O0OOOO000OOOM. The brutal drop delivered a solid 45 seconds of constant wobble, making it difficult to make out the letters on the his sideman's sampler from only 10 feet away. When it passed, it felt like clouds parting after a tropical downpour. And then Blake performed Feist's "Limit to Your Love," which is a stunning showcase for his delicate vocals and, oh yeah, quakes like the wind beneath the blades of a Sikorsky Black Hawk.